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Salvation

April 7, 2014
By Angelnamedlenor98 SILVER, London, Other
Angelnamedlenor98 SILVER, London, Other
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Poetry-unscrupulous art
Fragile and blatant deception
Pervert the truth
Weave it into a handkerchief
And wipe the mud
From the Satan’s face

I learned to interpret
Her cynical poetry
She may have slipped me forgiveness
By carrier pigeon
Being Winter I knew
It would never arrive

But still I find nuance
In every ripple of her laughter
Smear my face with the handkerchief

Stubborn mind of mine
Caught up in frailties
Unique to
This facet of the universe

Too caught up in her poetry
The ripples of her laughter
To ever consider
Salvation



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on Apr. 9 2014 at 8:05 pm
Jessica Whelan BRONZE, Ramsey, New Jersey
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I love this piece. I like the statement where the narrator comes to revelation of the cynical aspects of this girl's poetry, and how maybe she is inwardly sinful and can never find the "salvation."